Tank's Property(28)

Grunts and groans left him and grew louder and louder. She knew he was close. Taking matters into her own hands, Bunny pressed all the way down on him and ground her pussy on his pelvis. She was sensitive, sore even, but she wasn’t going to stop this. It had been too long since they’d been away from each other. A gasp left her when her clit rubbed against the short, coarse hairs of his lower belly.

“Yeah, baby. Fuck me, Bunny.” He tightened his hold on her waist as she took over the rocking motions. Up and down she moved, sinking harder and faster on his cock until her head grew dizzy from it all. She was going to come again.

On the next down stroke she ground her clit against him. The explosion she felt claimed every inch of her, coursed through her veins, and left her breathless. Bunny threw her head back and cried out as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Tank dug his fingertips into her, and his low, animalistic grunt signaled he’d found his own release.

She collapsed against his chest, their skin sweaty and their breathing loud. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so they were on their sides facing each other. The heavy length of him was still buried inside of her, and spasms continued to travel through her. Closing her eyes and resting her forehead on his damp chest, Bunny listened to the sound of his heart beating, feeling that comfort she’d only ever found with Tank fill her.

After several minutes of silence, and of feeling Tank stroking his fingers up and down her back, she pushed up and braced herself on an elbow, staring down at him. For a second he just looked at her, and then lifted his hand to cup her cheek.

“What is it, baby?” he said softly. “I can see you have something on your mind.”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing.” She didn’t want him worrying about what she was afraid of.

“You can talk to me.”

She looked at him. “I’m just worried about everything, about Lila and Faye, and that asshole Spike.”

He cupped her cheek. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you three. Do you understand me?” His voice was hard, his resolve and determination clear. “You trust me?”

She nodded and went onto her back to stare at the ceiling. The bed was on the smaller side, but having Tank’s big body pressed right next to her, feeling his heat, hearing his steady breathing, she felt … complete.

“I won’t let you run again,” he said softly, and she looked over at him. He was staring at the ceiling, his jaw locked tight.

“I’m done running, Tank. I love you,” she said softly, and when he looked at her Bunny’s heart jumped in her throat.

“I love you, too, baby. Everything will work out, Bunny.” He held her tighter. “I’ll make sure it does. No one will hurt you, Lila, or Faye. No one would think about touching anyone I care about unless they want their limbs cut off with a rusty blade.” He kissed her on the forehead again. “I love you, and I meant it when I said I wouldn’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.”





Chapter Twelve



Tank looked at Bunny once more before leaving the bedroom quietly. He’d left his woman sleeping, sated, and tucked in, and he felt damn good about how things had gone. It wasn’t because he’d finally fucked Bunny again, but because she was in his life again, and there wasn’t anything holding her back. He’d known all along that her leaving had been because she was afraid of what he’d said, because her father, the piece of shit that he was, had damaged a part of her, and that hearing “I love you” was a bad thing.

He looked at his phone again, and read the text from Wrath again that said he was waiting at the bar in the clubhouse. He knew Wrath was supposed to be coming down so they could take care of the Spike issues. He just hadn’t known it was going to be tonight he’d see Wrath. It had been years since he’d seen the other man, and a part of him wondered if the years had been good to him.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, knowing shit was going to go down, that people could lose their lives, but Spike needed to be taken care of. They were going to head out first thing in the morning, but he hadn’t even told Bunny yet, not wanting to ruin what they’d shared.

He stepped into the main room, scanned the bodies gyrating, getting fucked up, or just relaxing, and finally looked right at the big, heavily muscled body of Wrath. There were a few of the Patches standing close by, their focus trained on the stranger to them, their hands close to their weapons. Wrath may be welcome at the clubhouse because of the circumstances, but it was clear Wrath’s presence and appearance made the club a little shifty.